Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
She shook her head adamantly. “No, I’m sure I want it more.”
My grin had to be lopsided.
I tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on quickly, which was a fucking miracle because there was so much lust inside me, I worried I might explode. But it was done, and like last time, she brought out my confident side. I put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her up to me—only to turn her around and make her bend over the side of the bed.
Chelsea let out a quiet sound of surprise, but it was clear she liked my plan. She left one foot planted on the floor but picked up the other one and buried her knee on the edge of the mattress.
I groaned in satisfaction at the sight of her, all bare skin and sexy curves. She rested on her forearms and turned to look at me over her shoulder. A single eyebrow arched, and her anxious expression said it all: Tyler, what are you waiting for?
I placed a hand on the small of her back, held myself steady with the other, and ran the tip of my cock through the length of her pussy. She gasped with pleasure, and the sound of it made me jerk.
We’d waited nearly a month for this, and—Jesus—was it worth it when I began to push inside. Her hands fisted the blanket beneath her, twisting the plush fabric as she let loose a long moan. I slid further inside, moving slow and measured, and my vision blurred from the sensation. She surrounded me, hot and tight, and I swallowed so hard, she probably heard it.
But if so, she was too distracted to say anything.
Her uneven breaths were punctuated with whimpers of pleasure, and when I began to find my rhythm, she turned her head to the side, laid her cheek down on the bed, and closed her eyes. Satisfaction twisted on her beautiful face.
I assumed it was the same for me because pleasure fired across my nerve endings. It ricocheted through my body like lightning trapped in a metal bottle, desperate to escape. Every thrust I made was electricity glancing off the side walls, an acute hit of bliss.
Chelsea’s long, dark hair was splashed across the blanket, and as I stared down at her, I was struck by how lucky we were to have found each other. We were so perfectly matched in our dreams and desires.
As if she could hear my thoughts and wanted to prove it, when I slowed to help make it last, she took over and moved her hips to keep up the tempo.
I watched the way my cock disappeared into her body as she rocked back and forth, and blood roared loudly in my ears. She fucked me as I stood statue-still. It focused everything inward, and I fought the urge to lose control with everything I had.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I said through tight teeth. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Her moans got louder, drowning out the quiet, rhythmic squeak of my bed beneath her. It was unmistakable that she was close to her orgasm, and I hoped to God my timing wasn’t off, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
I grabbed her waist with one hand and clamped down on her shoulder with the other, driving into her. My tempo was urgent. Furious. Maybe even punishing, because how dare she feel so impossibly good? How the fuck was I supposed to last?
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned in between pants for air. “Fuck.”
Relief flooded down through me. I hadn’t timed it wrong, judging by the way she shook and pulsed. Seeing the ecstasy sweep through her was more than enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm thundered in my core and rattled out my limbs, sending wave after wave of scorching pleasure through me. It made my heart stop for a long moment, suspending me in bliss.
I collapsed forward, pressing my chest to the warm skin of her back, and pressed my lips to the spot where her pulse was banging in her neck. She’d come down from her orgasm before I had, but she was still hopelessly out of breath. It meant the kiss we shared was broken into smaller ones, but they were no less intense.
Finally, I straightened and retreated, and while I disposed of the condom, Chelsea climbed the rest of the way up onto my bed. I joined her on top of the covers and was pleased when she tucked herself in beside me. There hadn’t been time for this kind of intimacy when we’d been in Scotland, so I was happy to make up for it now.
“Are you hungry?” My tone turned to self-deprecation. “That was over so quick, we could probably still make our reservation.”
She made a sound that was half-laugh, half-scoff. “Stop it, we could not.” She snuggled in closer. “It was exactly what I wanted. Wasn’t it for you?”